But curs'd my fortune more and more Alas! the while! THE NEGLECTED LOVER CALLETH ON HIS STONY HEARTED MISTRESS TO HEAR HIM 1 HEAVEN, and earth, and all that hear me plain 2 If that you sleep, I humbly you require 3 Since that so oft ye have made me to wake In plaint, and tears, and in right piteous case; 4 It is the last trouble that ye shall have 5 It is not now, but long and long ago I have you serv'd, as to my power and might As faithfully as any man might do; Claiming of you nothing of right, of right 6 Save of your grace only to stay my life That fleeth as fast as cloud before the wind; For since that first I enter'd in this strife, 7 If I had suffer'd this to you unware Mine were the fault, and you nothing to blame; But since you know my woe and all my care, Why do I die, alas! for shame! for shame! 8 I know right well my face, my look, my tears, 9 A better proof I see that ye would have; HE REJOICETH THE OBTAINING THE 1 AFTER great storms the calm returns, Hath made me now the most happy. 2 The heaven that pitied my distress, 3 Whereto despairèd ye, my friends? 16 Fret:' wasted. That knoweth what my thought intends; 4 Lo! what can take hope from that heart, 5 And I that have felt of your pain THE LOVER PRAYETH VENUS TO CONDUCT HIM TO THE DESIRED HAVEN. 1 THOUGH this the port, and I thy servant true, Both joy and eke delight, behold yet how that I, Help now Cytherea! my lady dear, My fearful trust, 'En vogant la galere.' 2 Alas! the doubt that dreadful absence giveth! Without thine aid assurance is there none; The firm faith that in the water fleteth. Succour thou therefore, in thee it is alone. Stay that with faith, that faithfully doth moan, Thou also givest me both hope and fear, Remember me then, En vogant la galere.' 1 'Chief house:' in the astrological sense. 3 By seas, and hills elonged from thy sight, Thy wonted grace reducing to my mind, Instead of sleep thus I occupy the night; A thousand thoughts, and many doubts I find, And still I trust thou canst not be unkind, Or else despair my comfort and my chere Would she forthwith, En vogant la galere.' 4 Yet, on my faith! full little doth remain. Of any hope whereby I may myself uphold; For since that only words do me retain, I may well think the affection is but cold. But since my will is nothing as I would, And in thy hands it resteth whole and clear, Forget me not, 'En vogant la galere.' THE LOVER PRAISETH THE BEAUTY OF HIS LADY'S HAND. Doth strain thy colour fair: Each finger's end 4 Consent at last, On me to rue, 5 And if not so, There with more woe THAT THE EYE BEWRAYETH ALWAY THE SECRET AFFECTIONS OF THE HEART. 1 AND if an eye may save or slay, And strike more deep than weapon long; And if an eye by subtle play, May move one more than any tongue; Thus to suspect without desert? 2 To frame all well, I am content |